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Little Wiggle She Makes

Cat is on the hunt. Get lower and lower Until she is invisible Flat to the ground Squeezing her eyes really shut Appears to have stopped breathing Resembles something organic A rock or a patch of dirt I watch; waiting Holding my breath. There is a little wiggle she makes Before every kill This is no different

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Phatt Matt

Date: 4/11/2020 11:07:00 PM

This is true in your writing. Our cat jump on some luggage at our flat. Landed right on her back with something wiggling her mouth a mouse. Our girls were not impressed with her, well it was a favor for parents. We didn't had to buy rat poison which is expensive by as well as the pest control. The kids considered the mouse like any other rodent pet. In my book the cat did his job. Very good write. %Matt